Her bones will ache
Her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies
Her magic heart will break
She'll fly to France
Cause theres no chance
No hope for Cinderella
Come September-Natalie Imbruglia

          Emma pulled up to a small, light blue house and parked the car.

          "Whose house is this?" asked Brennan.

          "Marcy's" she whispered in return.

          She got out and walked to the door.

          "Damn" She whispered when no one answered the door.

          "What's up?"

          "They're not here"

          Brennan looked at Emma, and got an idea.

          "Got a barrette?" he asked.

          "Why?" she asked pulling one from her hair.

          Brennan smiled and knelt down in front of the door. Emma smiled when the door popped open.

          "How'd did you do that?" asked Emma as Brennan disengaged the alarm.

          "Product of a mis-spent youth" he replied giving her a grin.

          "You're one of kind Bren" she said kissing his cheek.

          "So are you" he whispered as she walked up the stairs.

          Emma walked up the stairs, memories flooding in from every direction. Happiness, sadness, flooding off the pictures and paintings. Photos showed a family full of life and humor. Emma walked through a door that said Marcy on it. She picked up a small filigree locket and got a vision.

Marcy's long red hair flung into her eyes as she threw a brick at a man.

"Stay away from me!" she yelled.

Her heart raced as she ran through the alley next to her house. She knew that the same people, who chased her, were the ones who had killed her parents.

"Leave me alone" she whispered.

She sank into a corner of the alley and pulled several things around her.

"Oh Marcy" whispered Emma "Why didn't you tell me?"

Emma had met Marcy when Emma had answered an ad for an English tutor. They had discovered each other's mutantcies and had become quick friends.

"And I couldn't help you" whispered Emma.

She sank down onto the bed and buried her head in her hands.

"Em?" asked Brennan as he walked into the room "We better go"

"I couldn't help her"

"What?"

"Marcy, I couldn't help her."

"Em" said Brennan taking her hand "You can't save the world. You're only one person"

          Emma's head swam with emotions. Sadness, Love and fear.

          "I know" she whispered "But I cant help but …."

          Her words were cut off by a bruising kiss from Brennan.

          "Brennnan?" she whispered.

          "Shhhh!" he replied kissing her again.

THE NEXT DAY…….

          Emma layed on her bed tracing the patterns of the stars on her ceiling with her finger.

          "Hey" said Shalimar "Can I come in?"

          Emma sat up and smiled.

          "Sure"

          "How you doing?"

          "I feel weird. Like if my skin wasn't there I would just fall apart"

          Shalimar smiled and shook her head.

          "Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?" she asked.

          "Me?"

          Emma laughed.

          "Its good to see you smile" said Shalimar.

          Shalimar stood up and winked at Emma.

          "You do know that whatever you're keeping me, I'll find out?"

          "Sure shal" laughed Emma.

          "What's wrong Bren?" asked Jesse.

          "Its Emma" replied Brennan.

          "Is she okay?" asked Jesse, his voice filling with panic.

          "Sorry, She's fine" said Brennan "Today, But I think I really screwed up with her though"

          Emma sat at her vanity table, brushing her hair. She thought back to the night before and absently mindedly ran her finger over her lip.

          "He kissed me" she whispered "But Why?"

          Emma fingered the locket she had taken from the Maitlin's home. She fell backwards when a vision struck her.

          "Marcy Maitlin?" asked Mason Eckhart as he walked towards the cell "Quite a lot of problem from a twelve year old girl"

          "Mister Eckhart" said an agent "This twelve year old girl pierced the skull of Jackson with a pencil"

          Marcy looked at Mason and shrugged.

          "Oops" she said.

          "Her parents were less trouble" said the man.

          "What do you know about my parents?" yelled Marcy.

          "EMMA!!" yelled Adam as he walked into her room.

          He lifted her up and took her to the lab.

          "Emma? Emma?" he whispered "Wake up sweetie"

          Emma slowly opened her eyes.

          "Hi Adam" she whispered.

          "Hi, What happened?" he asked.

          Reprise the theme song, and Roll the Credits,

          Revolution